Remembering

Let us take a moment of our busy lives to remember those who gave their lives so we could live. For all the sons and fathers, uncles, grandfathers, men and women who.. for their countries fought a brave battle, suffered and died, we shall never forget them. Also for those who died in 9/11. Those were the brave, the ones who so unselfishly gave, and are buried some where in an unmarked grave. We don't live in a perfect world. We never will, war goes on in every sense, but for some reason there is no sense. Wear your poppy with PRIDE, the pride of knowing that those who gave their lives, gave their everything. The war memorials over the world are covered in red poppies, each petal represents a life taken. So for all the children who grow up without their fathers, sisters without brothers, mothers without their sons and husbands.... and every one who died, the ones left behind, say a prayer for the wounded and crippled. But never ever forget the dead.

She's out of my life.

She's out of my life, time to forget,

I roll over but she's no longer in my bed.

The scent of fresh cotton, linen to sleep

waking up in the morning, no lover to keep.

Anger and pain, of losing some one, just

goes to show, that how ever hard we try

Love won't stay forever, eventually it dies.